Remembering the Chickens You've Lost

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I lost my only Amerucana (T.C. Tough Cookie) when she was about 6 weeks(?) She was my second favorite out of 9 chickens. They had all got out and my dog got her. I don't really blame my dog because she is a Golden Retriever and they are bird dogs, but for a week or two I wouldn't pet her and told her she was a bad dog. But the more I think about it, T.C. didn't have a very good personality, I liked her because she was beautiful and a lot of people liked her. Probably going to get another one next year, my friend really enjoys hers.



My dog has had a relapse. We had the chickens free-ranging and one got out (Iko, our Barred Rock) of the garden fence and went kind of close to the road and apparently my dog saw her and Iko must of freaked out and started running. That's when I think my dog has something snap in her brain and so she was chasing Iko. Thank goodness I was down there when it happened, I heard loud squawking and in the corner of my eye I saw a blur of fur, I yelled "Jasmine, come here! Jasmine!" That's her name. She came trotting up the driveway with Iko in front of her, running. I grabbed Iko and I checked her all over and found that her feet were cut and bleeding, not badly. But as soon as I pick her up Iko calmed down. Thank goodness she was okay. I'm not doing the treatment I did to Jasmine as before, because she has probably forgotten, but she better know that I haven't. Here is Iko, the one she almost got.
 
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I lost my only Amerucana (T.C. Tough Cookie) when she was about 6 weeks(?) She was my second favorite out of 9 chickens. They had all got out and my dog got her. I don't really blame my dog because she is a Golden Retriever and they are bird dogs, but for a week or two I wouldn't pet her and told her she was a bad dog. But the more I think about it, T.C. didn't have a very good personality, I liked her because she was beautiful and a lot of people liked her. Probably going to get another one next year, my friend really enjoys hers.



My dog has had a relapse. We had the chickens free-ranging and one got out (Iko, our Barred Rock) of the garden fence and went kind of close to the road and apparently my dog saw her and Iko must of freaked out and started running. That's when I think my dog has something snap in her brain and so she was chasing Iko. Thank goodness I was down there when it happened, I heard loud squawking and in the corner of my eye I saw a blur of fur, I yelled "Jasmine, come here! Jasmine!" That's her name. She came trotting up the driveway with Iko in front of her, running. I grabbed Iko and I checked her all over and found that her feet were cut and bleeding, not badly. But as soon as I pick her up Iko calmed down. Thank goodness she was okay. I'm not doing the treatment I did to Jasmine as before, because she has probably forgotten, but she better know that I haven't. Here is Iko, the one she almost got.

Whew...., she looks like my dominique
 
RIP Posey who died yesterday aged about 5. Her friends Pootle and Honour didn't want to go into the coop last night, I think it upset them.
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RIP Posey who died yesterday aged about 5. Her friends Pootle and Honour didn't want to go into the coop last night, I think it upset them.
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She was a pretty girl, and what an adorable outfit! How do you make those? When we had the attack, the birds were very upset and VERY quiet. They are always very sad when they lose a friend, some think they don't know but they do. I'm sorry for your loss.
 
It's been exactly one year since I lost my little Joy. Of all the chickens we loved and lost she was the one that will always stand out for me. Joy was born after about 7 weeks on-off incubation by a half-broody and the warmth from the sun, I called her a sun baby. She was a normal, healthy chick, but after a few weeks we realised something was wrong... Joy didn't grow. She ate and ran around like the rest of the chickens, who all mothered her! One thing she wouldn't do was scratch. I only saw her scratch in the dirt once. She loved sitting on our laps and would come stand next to me and jump and jump, letting me know she wants to be picked up. Then she'd settle down on my lap, close her eyes and make these cute little sounds letting me know she's happy. She did that a lot, those little sounds, right up to her death, she let me know she was happy. She LIVED her name. She lived only 5 short months before dying of what I think was a stroke. Her life was short, but wonderful, 'till the end. She was terribly spoiled by all of us and though she was so small, she gave us endless Joy. It's been a year today and I still miss her so much! I'd better stop now...
Here she is both her brother, Squeek, another sun baby, who was 2 weeks older than her.


 
My first Delaware that I truly bonded with, Granite, Died of unknown causes a couple months ago, and all my dad said was He's just a Chicken. His feathers were all ruffled, and I was so determined to save him, that as soon as I got home from school, I went out there, and put Antibiotics down him and cleaned his nose. He had this cruddy snotty mucus hardening over his nostrils, so i would go out and relieve it daily. It was really smelly. but, sadly, Granite got called to Rainbow Bridge. Someday we will be reunited, adn we can cross the rainbow bridge together, into heaven. If that's where cats and dogs go, why cant chickens go, too. :)
Here He is When he was still Ok:
 


R.I.P. Bailee Broody
We lost her at 1 day old to some big mean chickens (Bad mom didn't protect her). Fortunately we saved her sisters Rocky and chance.





R.I.P. Was a very mean rooster... but made great terriaki
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R.I.P.
I only bought her thursday, she suddenly died today of an unknown cause.
She didn't even have a name yet. :'(
 
Last Monday we lost our 5-year old hen Connie (full name Constance), it was our first hen to go to the big coop in the sky. I was shocked at how hard it was to say goodbye to our girl. Looking into her big golden eyes for the last time filled me with sorrow.

So I up and designed a line of chicken sympathy cards:

http://www.zazzle.com/chickensympathy

I felt there was a big gap in ways to express comfort to those who have lost a chicken. No more! It was so therapeutic for me to create these cards.

We thought Connie had egg bound at first, but a visit to the vet confirmed cancer. It was so heartbreaking for me to see her suffer. See here a photo of my husband and I giving Connie a bum sauna as part of her egg binding therapy (before we knew it was cancer). We had gotten to know Connie and her twin sister (both Plymouth Rocks) Dorothy so well. Dorothy definitely seemed blue during Connie's sickness and after she was gone.

Anybody who thinks "it's just a chicken"...has probably never lost a chicken!!

 

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